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Riley

“I

t was so good to see you, Krista,” I say and pull my best friend in for one last hug.

“You’ll be back soon enough,” she laughs and pulls back. “See you in a couple of months, Ri. Adam, try not to start a fight on your way to the airport, hmm?”

“Hey!” he says, indignant. “Riley is the one that always starts shit with me.” Krista waves over her shoulder without looking back and heads out of the shop to work. I turn to Shay and Abby.

“Okay, guys, I’ve got a flight to catch.”

They both grab me up in a group hug, and for the first time in a while, I’m not looking forward to my quiet apartment in New York.

“Thank you, again, Ri,” Abby whispers into my ear.

“Anything for my little sister.”

“Get a move on, Williams. I’m not responsible if you miss your flight.”

I roll my eyes and squeeze my sisters one more time before letting go and grabbing my suitcase.

“I’ll be back soon!” I wave, and Adam and I walk out of the door. He leads the way to his Mercedes that is parked on the curb a few feet down. It’s a sleek black car, not something I would’ve imagined him driving when we were kids, that’s for sure. He was set on old muscle cars; the louder, the better. I feel my lips pull-down in a frown. I don’t even know why I remember stupid little details like that. Lost in thought, I don’t notice he’s watching me until he jerks my bag out of my hands.

“Hey!” I snap. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Helping you with your bag,” he says, deadpan. He pops the trunk and shoves my suitcase in before closing it with a firm hand. “Just get in the damn car, Riley.”

I cross my arms across my chest and glare at him. I don’t take orders from anyone, least of all a macho jerk that thinks he can do whatever he wants. As if praying for patience, Adam looks to the sky and then climbs into the driver’s seat without a word to me. I don’t even know why he agreed to drive me to the airport in Krista’s place. We’ve never gotten along. We hated each other so much as kids that it almost ruined my friendship with his sister at one point. It seems like he’s still that bossy know-it-all that I couldn’t stand in high school, too. You’d think he would’ve grown up by now. I huff and get into the car. Even though I don’t want to be anywhere near him, I can’t miss my flight.

The drive is silent, and while I can’t help but feel annoyed being in his general vicinity, I can’t stop myself from glancing at him from the corner of my eye. He’s grown into a fine specimen, if nothing else. He seems a bit more reserved than I remember, and the ride is free of his usual obnoxious comments, so I suppose I can count that as a win.

At the airport, he pulls into the parking lot instead of the drop off lane. He’s quick to hop out of the car, so I don’t bother to question him. I slide out of my seat, and by the time I walk to the trunk, he has my bag in his hand. He shuts the trunk and starts to walk toward the terminal entrance.

“I can get that,” I say and follow after him. He just waves over his shoulder, not even bothering to reply. His ass is encased in tight blue jeans, and my eyes stay glued to it as we walk into the airport. He’s built, and if I didn’t hate him so much, he would definitely be my type.

We walk up to the security line in silence. I continue glancing his way every few seconds, but he doesn’t seem to notice. The line is short, and he stands beside me until we reach the first TSA officer who asks for my ticket and driver’s license.

“This is as far as I go,” he says and hands me my bag. “Safe travels, Ri.” He nods at the TSA officer and then turns and leaves. I looked after him. My brows drew in confusion. He’s a perplexing man. That was entirely too polite, and I’m a little weirded out about it. Adam is different from what I remember.

I shake my head and pass my documents to the agent, who then ushers me through with a knowing look on her pointed face.

I spend the 5-hour flight back to the city listing all of the things I will need to take care of before moving back home to help Abby and Shay. Intermittently, my thoughts drift back to Adam. I didn’t see a ring, so I assume he’s not married, but why am I even thinking about this? It’s not like Ilikehim or anything. He was the bane of my existence for years. I seriously need to get laid so I can forget about the attractive asshole and focus on more important things.

The flight and subsequent cab ride back to my apartment are relatively uneventful. After I make my way up two flights of stairs, I toss my suitcase into my bedroom and text my neighbor a few doors down in 2D. He’s always down for a roll in the sheets – no strings attached, of course. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door, and my evening is set.

I let 2D in; he’s in basketball shorts and house slippers, and his muscular chest is gloriously bare.

“Someone is eager,” I say with a grin and grab him by the waistband of his shorts to lead him back to my room.

“Always,” he grins back and slaps my ass before giving in a firm squeeze.

He spins me back to him and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. There’s never anything slow or romantic about these occasional trysts. We both just need the release. Sucking and biting at my lips, he backs me up toward my bed, discarding my t-shirt and sweatpants along the way. He groans when he sees I’m not wearing any panties.

He shoves me back onto the mattress and rips off his shorts. I shimmy back onto the pillows and spread my thighs in an invitation. He crawls up over me, caging me in with his strong arms and nipping at my neck before diving down to spear me with his tongue. I moan and arch my hips up into his mouth. God, he’s so good with his tongue. I grip his sandy blonde hair roughly and rise to meet his mouth over and over again. I’m wet and throbbing, and he loves it when I’m rough with him. I can hear his whimpers and moans, feel them vibrate against my clit again and again until I’m a shaking, quivering mess. I come with a shout, slamming his face into my pussy and riding out the waves.

When my grip loosens, he glides up my body, licking his lips. His cock is thick and hard as he drags the tip along my drenched thigh before sliding inside of me. I feel my walls flutter around him in a mini orgasm just from that initial penetration. He pounds into my soaked pussy over and over again until I’m writhing under him.

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